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I miss my girl. My lovely, stubborn, train wreck genius.

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his mouth fell open dumbly when she said those words, made that plea in that tone with that feather-touch of her lips. he was breathing harder now, his chest burning with a heart like a furnace the way it churned the heat through his veins, through his bones.

"you are on thin ice," he warned, but was it true? in a way, yes. his eyes narrowed, mouth curving into a vicious smile.

she was touching on something in him he was still wrestling with on the daily: his place in this world, in his family. and yet, at the same time, he knew she wasn't being serious, which he cracking smile fully let on a moment later. so he wasn't being serious either.

loki was being playful. flirty.

nasty.

"among many things, perhaps it is," he finally said, voice a low rumble in his chest. his shirt was falling from his shoulders the way hers had... and then his trousers too, leaving him naked save for the dark green briefs he wore, a tad too tight now that his cock was obviously hard as a fucking rock.

shamelessly he rutted against her clothed pussy, teased the friction of their bodies out until they would both be starved for skin on skin. and all the while he was beginning to place open mouthed kisses along her throat, her collarbone.

"what i want.. is you to beg me to fuck you. to work you open around my cock, darling. go on, tell me you want it. i can feel you practically soaked through."

she wasn't the only one either, he had a small damp spot blooming where the head of his cock wept beads of precum eagerly.

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"ah, no, no, no-" he reached for her wrist and grasped it to keep her from going. he won't have her leaving his side that quickly. not when there is much to discuss, given her now being aware of the true nature of the trials.

he, of course, did not necessarily know that, or wasn't SUPPOSED to know that she knew. it was a simple lie. the best ones always were.

"ragna looked positively beside herself. poor dear can hardly keep a secret to save her skin. so she told you, then?"

he has at least the good sense to drop her wrist, though for the few moments it is held he makes an awful little motion with the pad of his thumb stroking over her pulse point.

his head tilted.

"don't you think we should discuss them?"

see? he could play nice.

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PSA

After 3 weeks of experiment, Jane is back here. She is still low activity though.

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So 2024 brought some interesting developments, one of them being I started writing even more muses than before. After some months of switching accounts I think I would like to try a multimuse and see if I like it. All my individual blogs will be staying in case having individual aesthetics and such decides to be important to me.

For now, can find Jane and I over at @justbrcathe

This is a test. We will see if it works out or if I hate it. Will ease of access win out over aesthetic choices? Only time will tell.

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"Alright then, Kurt, you may likewise call me Jane." The Doctor's tone was amiable to both of the other men as she seated herself down at the same table Kurt led her to earlier when she was freshly angry and distressed. From her perch Jane was able to watch all four of them- Loki skulking in the door, Kurt who stayed by her side, Remy with his extremely human attire (Asgardians would not approve and therefore Jane loved it despite prior preferences.), and the Valkyrie who was finishing off the last salvation against spicy food. These were the people with whom she had to contend of befriend depending on how the next conversation with.

It would be far easier for some than others.

"Thank you, Remy." Jane took the bowl set before her and breathed in the savory aroma. Spicy didn't bother her all that much, but she was not stupid enough to turn down anything that would help should her mouth catch on fire.

Until Loki spoke up that was. As an act of rebellion, Jane took a heaping spoonful of the gumbo and devoured it in a smooth bite. Her face stone as her dark eyes stared the Prince down. Challenge her would he? Call her weak. Oh man it did have a kick though didn't it? Don't you dare cough Foster. Instead the doctor swallowed, if her brow glistened a little or if her face felt hot she showed none of it.

"I earned a PhD and an MD at the same time, Your Highness" The title was not spoken with any ounce respect. "I think I have more than proved myself capable of eating while listening." Jane took another bite of the food realizing that she was in fact ravenous after everything today. "Although if you are the one explaining the plan I find myself more concerned about sleeping at the same time."

Thank goodness for Nightcrawler, honestly. When Jane strode into the kitchen, head still held high because Loki was watching and the doctor was NOT about to lose any of the edge she gained from her dramatic exit, he made a beeline for her. The Midgardian mutant was all genuine pleasantries and energetic charm- enough to draw a real smile from Jane. Albeit a small one. This was still an extremely trying day and a horrible situation. Even if she might get to possess a true Idunn apple because of it. There was still the whole, prisoner of wanted terrorists and potentially set up to be murdered by the All-Father thing to contend with.

“Thank you, Kurt.” And Jane really meant it. Perhaps because she sensed that Kurt was sincere in what he was saying about keeping her safe. That, or he was absolutely the best actor in all the realms. It would be a brilliant move on their part to lull her into a false sense of security. To manipulate their bargaining chip into trusting them. Jane knew Stockholm Syndrome was not a real thing, but with captors like Kurt perhaps the theory could be proven. 

But if that were the case, then Loki would not be leaning mysteriously in the doorway and eyeing the pair of them with- what was that? Disapproval? Jane was not entirely sure. 

“He said ‘our’ as in a part of the group for whatever you’re planning. Which is kind of you Nightcrawler.” She was grateful, but perhaps laid it on a little thicker than necessary because it potentially would irritate Prince Loki. In that same spirit, Jane turned her dark brown gaze on Loki and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes searing and cold at the same time, just as daring as her words had been when they were alone in the hall.

“ Since ‘Your’ hardly seems the appropriate word here. Either way you look at it- owning a person OR expecting to possess the entirety of what you all just stole.” Then again he was Asgardian royalty. Probably assumed everything was rightfully his. It was noticeable that she had not mentioned any objection to ‘my’. Let them interpret that particular omission as they would. 

Jane's hostility faded when she turned back to- what was the name they had previously mentioned? Gambit. "Do you think I could try some gumbo, Gambit, before I listen to this proposition? It smells delicious." Her stomach's protestations were getting to be impossible to ignore as the aroma was closer than ever than before.

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Something between a tingle and the fuzzy feeling of static just before the shock drifted down Jane's spine with the movement of Loki's fingers. Magic. The doctor wanted nothing more than to pull the man back in even as he leaned away. But something in the way he looked at her- the intensity and heat of desire in the god's eyes. Panting, Jane could do nothing more than watch him back. She saw want in a way nobody had directed Jane in so long. Not since- Nope. No thinking about him. Especially not right now with-

"Oh god." Jane whispered as Loki adjusted his hold on her, teasing her with pressure that didn't satisfy at all. Her head dropped to the curve of his neck, forehead resting there as she took deep breaths. The same scent from earlier, when their roles were reversed and she carried Loki, filled her senses. Lord he smelled good, like leather and a blend of other things the doctor could not put her finger on.

Demanding? Was that what she was? Jane could have deemed it desperate. Especially as the familiar feeling of magic surrounded her again and her pants when the way of her shirt, falling to the floor in pieces. Jane could not muster up enough indignation over her clothing to protest. Clothes were never high on her priority list anyway. If he had ripped them with his hands she wouldn't have cared. Oh. That would have been hot. What was on her priority was the fact that Loki was still entirely dressed while Jane was exposed.

Jane lifted her face, meeting Loki's eyes again as he rolled against her wringing a gasp from her. "Are you looking for me to beg?" She asked, truly wondering if this was his desire. I mean why not? If it was what he wanted why not put on an act- that was in no way a reflection of just how bad the doctor wanted him.

"Please-" Jane breathed, leaning in so that her lips brushed against Loki's lightly. Her slim fingers tightening ever so slightly in the hair at the nape of his neck. Hm, if she was putting on an act why not go all in? "Your Highness. I need you. Please." Jane rolled his hips against Loki in the same aggravating way he had done to her.

She flashed him a small smile now, breaking through the charade. Okay it was really only eighty percent charade."Is that what you want?"

were they waiting? is this what she considered a delay? how terrible for her to be made to stand-by as her loins burned and yearned but were so woefully neglected! all because this giant of a god thought he'd rather like to know the taste of her mouth before he found himself taking heady mouthfuls of her other succulent bits!

he couldn't help the way her words, though more of a command than not, brought a boyish pull to his lips. loki let the grin drop lopsided, a huff of hot breath catching on her kiss-swollen mouth just as he made better use of those teeth than grin pretty.

loki bit at her bottom lip, dragged a cuspid over the curve of rosy-pink then soothed it with a softer suckle. only one arm was needed to hold her up and the other was sliding down between her shoulder blades from nape of the neck to small of the back, as if he were unzipping something.

and unzip he did, though her clothes were not built this way they peeled away none the less under the careful pull of his shimmering magic. her shirt fell like feathers, floating almost lazily to the floor in a discarded heap he would simply knit back together later when they bothered with clothes again.

jane was not usually this pale, even he could tell that, but he was drawing his chin back to watch her expression and to let his gaze catch the way her skin blossomed peony pink when he adjusted her in his arm so that the very thick of him dragged against her center.

"you are very, very demanding, my darling," he purred in response.

loki had turned then, back to a wall now so he could anchor himself there and roll his hips up against her once more. with the motion came another layer of clothing, only hers mind you, falling away like autumn leaves in a crisp breeze.

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It was supposed to be her day off. Jane being a doctor with privileges and no real contract with the hospital had its advantages. Then again what Chief of Medicine was going to tell her she couldn't stretch her legs, figuratively and medically speaking, in their building? With her credentials, the small-town hospital in Nowhere New Mexico jumped at the chance to give Dr. Foster what she asked. Especially since it meant Jane would likely be conducting research there. Perhaps it would even be something groundbreaking enough that the could flourish in the fame surrounding it.

Sleep, yet again, dodged most of Jane's attempts to catch it. She had managed to snatch a few hours, an usual trend with her. It seemed best to head back to the hospital and check on the man she almost ran over the night before. As Jane showered in scalding water and vigorously scrubbed her teeth mint-flavored toothpaste, she found her mind wandered off somewhere other than science. Loki. The regal sort of face. Eyes like emeralds that were nearly as hypnotizing as his accented voice-

Jane's brows scrunched together, staring herself down in the mirror. Toothbrush still in her mouth. Calm down girl. She had hot patients before and maintained composure without blinking. Why was he different? Had to be the guilt. Or because she found him herself. All alone.

The orange sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when Jane hopped out of her van and started towards the hospital entrance. It was early enough that the desert heat had not reached an oppressive degree. But it's a dry heat. Screw that.

Her feet stopped dead on the asphalt when she saw Loki sitting on a bench outside the doors. "They released you already?" Jane's voice was full of surprise as she swerved from her intended route over to the mysterious man. "Did your memories come back? Is somebody coming to get you?" She wanted the answer to be 'yes'. mostly.

the shared humor and pleased smile was nice, for a moment, but when it was gone and talk of his staying overnight was brought up and his heart rate took a hike up a mountain. not too high, and not for long, but it spiked and then after a few moments settled.

"oh. okay. uhh... no, i don't think so. i do really appreciate it, though."

he could handle overnight. if he knew she would be back, at least. not wanting to face the disappointment that she might not be loki avoided the question entirely.

"take care, jane. er, nurse jane?" he paused, scrunched his nose, looked over to the board on the wall that indicated his current nurse and doctor "nurse foster?"

as if on cue a voice overhead crackled to life:

paging nurse foster, paging nurse foster-

it must have been a sign. though did he believe in those? or something else? what did he believe in, who was-

loki closed his eyes and tried to still the racing thoughts and questions before they gave way to a headache. he did not expect to feel such a heaviness wash over his body when he did so. sleep came easily.

the dreams were a different story.

to say he was disturbed when he woke the next day was an understatement. all the nurses seemed painfully aware of how he was glowering, how something was making him more prone to grumpy, snappy responses than before. the early shift were very much okay with letting him check out after a doctor signed off on it.

loki signed everything place before himself in a hasty scrawl, just as eager to leave, but when finally he was told where to exit... his fear returned and this time it was saddled with such melancholy that he ended up sitting down on a bench just outside the hospital for those waiting to be picked up.

where else was he going to go? he didn't even really know where he WAS still.

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For new people and also others who maybe just didn’t know-

Hi! I’m Noon! I have roleplay blogs for Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Jane Foster, and Carol Danvers (that list is newest to oldest not importance)

I have been roleplaying online since the early 2000s because I’m old on the internet but I’ve only been on tumblr since 2019z

If I follow you and say nothing it’s because I am anxious and feel like I’m bothering people when I start conversations. This even includes Scout who I am very obviously affiliated with. Don’t take it personal. Brain bad.

I have discord (princesssparklefists) and I can be found there basically at all times. I also answer IMs here!

I would love to talk to you and get to know each other or just l plot nonsense for our muses.

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happiest of birthdays 🎉 !! you are loved and cherished here , i hope your day was full of relaxation and fun things

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

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Tomorrow is my birthday. Not that the people who gave life to me particularly care. Hey, maybe somebody where will.

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Words to describe Jane Foster

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Natalie Portman as Padme Amidala 

Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones (2002) dir. George Lucas

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— Arthur C. Clarke

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Jane Foster in Thor